hello dearest poet I feel you on this interesting note my children are Aztec as was my ex…he is registered with tribe I never registered my children…I feel for your pain ❤️

Profound pain does this… when nature seems to reflect all your feelings and You also can’t enjoy anything of it. it’s like two opposite things, the nurture sharing your pains and nature is also going against You. “Random Thoughts About You” is a perfect title, the shattered mind and heart… one thought here, another there, one feeling is here another there… perfect song too, I love Kim Wild version of it. written well with feelings of numbness and emptyness being expressed and delivered clearly. Peace 🕊️ and happiness 💕 my friend.

I share your pain .. but then, I doubt you will be surprised .. nevertheless I am glad I came by this way .. you just helped me make more sense of myself and my world so ya did .. Wishing you well is becoming a reflex my friend .. kindest regards, Neville 👍👍

Powerful work.

Ms. Mary, what a treat to have you comment on one of my poems. So, you think I’m organized, huh? Not if you saw my notebooks. 🤔😂 But I want to make a deal: I’ll be good to me, if you’ll be good to you. 🌹

Outstandingly and brilliantly written my friend, You brought justice to them… and that last verse! smart very very smart and says it all. It really surprises me how some people thinking is till this day extremist and racist, but truth from where I am and what I’ve seen in the past years, nothing surprising me anymore. I admire your poem and admire You for writing it.

Okay, I have to say, this brought tears to my eyes. Such imagery should never exist but also never forgotten. I believe you did Nina justice here

Light, Willow, and Mary, thank you so much for your visit and for your comments on this poem. One of the reasons I became a revolutionary was because of digging deeper into the oppression of Black people. At first, it was more based on a religious basis, but after reading books like Griffin’s, “Black Like Me”; Baldwin’s, “The Fire Next Time”; and “The Autobiography of Malcolm X”, I began to realize it has deeper roots in a whole system, the rise of capitalism and its colonial conquests and genocide and slavery. This led me to Marx and Lenin and Mao, and now Bob Avakian. We do not have to live this way, and we are capable of ending all oppression. This is the reason for those last 2 lines.

Bravo Damian, expertly poemed sir .. I can hardly wait for spring myself .. Neville 😎👍

Powerful work.

Your rhyming skills are becoming masterful, Damian. I love the effortless flow in this. That change of season can be exemplified by many on youtube who are tired of life’s games. Great work here.

We are so long overdue for one. I’m hunting light and warmth everywhere I can find it these days. I think we all are. I’ll gather dead fall if you get some matches. We can dance around the bonfire of hope, my friend

”Stillborn inside a think tank”

That alone cooked the cerebral synapse…
Here you go … still throwin poetic anchors into
this sea of rhapsodic artistry

Much respect always

Naaj